Joe West

His name is Harry Wells.
He's not a danger to anyone, so long as you keep that cuff on his wrist.

I won't go into the scientific reasons why he is like he is, but Harry's lost most, if not all of his intelligence due to an accident and due to him being an arrogant jerk.
But for all his faults he's still family.

According to Barry and Cisco a dark matter overload is what did this to him. They still don't know how to fix it, but we're trying. Provided we all aren't reduced to the same state in the next few hours.

Keep him safe, keep him close. One of us will come for him soon.

Nights at STAR Labs were oddly peaceful given what they did there.

Tonight Barry was on patrol, Caitlin working on inventorying her medical supplies and Cisco was monitoring the comms for anything that might require the attention of the Flash. Joe didn't have much going on that evening since Iris was out with friends so instead of heading home he swung by a few of his favorite places in Central before arriving at STAR Labs, his arms laden with takeout bags.

Joe can't exactly bully everyone into coming over for Sunday dinner. But that doesn't stop him from wanting to look after them.

"Cisco, gimme a hand with this." Chinese, American, pizza, even food from that new Columbian place. Enough to feed them as well as a speedster whenever he checked in.